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Then I heard a kind a music

And some distant clink and clatter

Some tapping on the floor

Then a burst of background chatter 

Soon, the noise began to fade

I shook my head and blamed the heat

Grabbed a bottle from the bar

Then made my way back to my seat

I slouched back in that dusty chair

With my feet perched on the table

Tried to stay awake to drink

But at last, I wasn't able

It seemed that  I,  just closed my eyes

When suddenly I woke

The place was filled Dancehall girls

Card sharps and cowpokes

The piano seemed on fire

As the player smoked the keys

And I would be a lier

If I said I wasn't pleased

Then I saw The Singer lowered 

She was hanging from the ceiling

Seated on a swing

With a voice, most appealing 

With the whiskey flowing heavy

As dances filled the floor

I can't remember ever being

In a place like that before

To be continued Page 3

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